Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.